I sighed, moaned and had to bite my lip as he was immediately joined by two of Connors fingers."Oh fuck me," I gasped again." Go on finger me ... plea...e ... oh that's it. Yes, yes fuck it, fuck it!"I was imploring them by this stage, my wet hole an oozing cavern by this point. I was spread, splayed and now rammed with four fingers.Four fingers belonging to my own sons best friends.I had seen these lads grow up from the ages of 8, had attended birthday parties, Christmas events, even visited. "Wear a skirt," he said.So it does matter what I wear. He said it doesn't, but it does. This is so unlike Leon. It worried her but she put on a skirt. Then she hesitated after opening the drawer containing her few bras. She decided not to wear one. She chose a pink tee-shirt. It was bright and contrasted with the black skirt."Is this okay?" she asked, twirling 360 degrees which flared out the skirt."Fine. Let's go."Matilda followed Leon to his car. They drove in silence -- for a one block."What. Trev’s eyes lit up and he slid under the table. Now I’ve kissed guys in public but I’ve never been kissing a guy in public while a guy sucks my cock in public.I felt Trev’s hands on each of my knees first. Then his hand worked it way up the inside of my thigh and found my rock hard, just about to explode. I slid down in the seat a little and then I felt Trev’s mouth take my cock as deep as it would go. He still had one hand on my knee and the other hand was now playing with my balls.All the. ." I thought to myself as I finally sat in theliving area and examined my aching feet.I crossed my right leg over my left and removed one of the heels I wasforced to wear after the hours of hair and makeup lessons. The wedgeheels the day before were nothing like these. I didn't really have aproblem walking around in those, but the "hot date" shoes my mother wasmaking me wear around for practice were something else.They were the infamous white 4'' platform heels with the peep toe. Thesame ones.